Aug 2016
Black is the color of my true love.
Black is his voice.
Black is his face.
Black is his hair.
Black is the fullness of his lips.
Black is the roundness of his nose.
Black is the posture of his pose.
My true love is the color of black.
His strong back and arms.
His never give up or in attitude.
To him my soul belongs.
His love is mine.
And my love is his.
My true love is the color of black.
Black is his voice.
Black is his face.
Black is his hair.
Black is the fullness of his lips.
Black is the roundness of his nose.
Black is the posture of his pose.
My true love is the color of black.
His strong back and arms.
His never give up or in attitude.
To him my soul belongs.
His love is mine.
And my love is his.
My true love is the color of black.
I was inspired to write this poem because of Rhiannon Giddens. She is one of my favorite singers of all time. This poem is a version of her song "Black is the Color".
